Produced by Mark Xenophontos 

Lyrics by Mark Xenophontos 

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Rub your hands together, feel the static rise
Cast your spell on broken dreams and alibis  
With your wicked ways, you're digging deeper down
Trading everything to wear that golden crown

Don't blink twice, don't look right
Something's coming in the night
Everything you built will wash away

A chariot on fire, burning through the power lines
You'll run away scared when you read between the signs
To the Babylon tower where the broken angels fall
Where your kingdom crumbles and you lose it all

In the neon glow where devils make their deals
Pretty faces hiding how the darkness feels
Built your empire on a foundation made of lies
Now you're staring at the fire in the skies

Don't blink twice, don't look right
Something's coming in the night
Everything you built will wash away

A chariot on fire, burning through the power lines
You'll run away scared when you read between the signs
To the Babylon tower where the broken angels fall
Where your kingdom crumbles and you lose it all

Here today, gone tomorrow
Time to burn it all down
Watch your kingdom die

A chariot on fire, tearing through your house of cards
To the Babylon tower where your empire turns to ash
A chariot on fire, coming for your soul tonight
Your kingdom's burning down, you lose it all

There's still time for redemption
Choose your side before it's gone

Babylon

Afraid of the Mirror

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Fragment VI:III — “Engines of Reclamation” "From the collapse, sinew and steel intertwined. Labor became art; pain became guidance. Light revealed paths once hidden, unfolding the Architect’s vision in layered resonance."

Afterlight Machinery

Fighting With Yourself isn't easy...

Sometimes you just wanna TEAR yourself in two..

TEAR ME APART

Ashes of Eden - Shattered Devotion

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“If it hurts, let it scream.”

Home Inside My Heart

Concept
My Jagged Heart is a metal-romantic anthem about two fractured souls who discover that their broken pieces were always meant to fit together. It’s a story of damage, resilience, and the strange beauty that forms when two shattered lives finally align.
This song dives deep into the idea that love isn’t about fixing someone—
it’s about recognizing their wounds, matching their scars, and rising together through the ruins.
Sound & Style
Musically, the track blends emotional, cinematic metal with gritty, modern intensity:
Heavy guitars and deep rhythmic pulses
Atmospheric leads woven with haunting melodies
A soaring chorus built for wide, open air
Vocals that move from fragile to powerful, echoing the transformation in the lyrics
It’s equal parts raw and beautiful—crushing and uplifting at once.
Visual Concept
The cover art depicts two lovers carved from cracked obsidian, glowing from within as if their pain is molten light. When their hands meet, the fissures align and forge a heart between them—
a heart made out of everything they survived.
For the Listener
This song is for anyone who has ever felt broken, lost, or unworthy—
and then found someone whose light matched their darkness.
Someone who didn’t repair them,
but completed them.
Play it loud.
Let it break you open.
Let it put you back together.

My Jagged Heart

Fracture the Silence is a high-voltage blend of glitch-touched metalcore, emotional alt-rock and razor-edged rap elements. Built around the central idea of breaking through the noise inside your own head. Across ten tracks, the album drags the listener through wreckage, reflection, self-confrontation and, eventually, a cathartic rise.

Ashes That Sing Back

Creep - Radiohead (Cover)

[Whispers Of The Pines + Black Firewall]

[Intro | Data Whisper Effect]
Through the forest wires hum low,
Signals spark where the rivers flow.
Echoes of code drift through the breeze,
Freedom grows between the trees.

[Verse 1 | Firewall Rebellion Effect]
Burn the script, erase the lie,
We’re the ghosts they can’t deny.
Firewall cracked, rebellion’s born,
Through the static, storms are sworn.
Circuits pulse beneath the ground,
Every heartbeat a coded sound.

[Pre-Chorus | Voltage Surge Effect]
Neon leaves ignite the dark,
Electric roots begin to spark.
Whispers merge with digital rain,
The forest syncs with human pain.

[Chorus | Black Firewall Effect]
Black firewall, break it all,
Tear the code, let ’em fall.
Every byte’s a battle cry,
Freedom bleeds through the sky.
The network burns, the world resets,
We rise above the silhouettes.

[Guitar Solo | Pulse Shred Effect]
(A hybrid solo — digital distortion meets live fury, bending through neon delay.)

[Verse 2 | Viral Uprising Effect]
Systems crash, sirens wail,
Human hearts, they still prevail.
Roots of truth in tangled wire,
Love’s the spark that lights the fire.
Through machine and cosmic call,
The forest sings, “We’ll never fall.”

[Bridge | Glitchborn Effect]
We are the code they can’t contain,
The glitch that still remains.
Black firewall, open wide,
Let the rebels inside.
Through storm and sound, we realign,
The forest hums — the world’s divine.

[Final Chorus | Digital Freedom Effect]
Black firewall, break it all,
Hear the data angels call.
Rebellion roars, divine and raw,
Black firewall — our final law.
Under skies where roots entwine,
The dream of man becomes divine.

[Outro | Signal Fade Effect]
Through pines and sparks, the echoes blend,
The code rewrites, the pain will end.
The light goes dim, but whispers stay,
Freedom finds another way.


Glitchspire

WELCOME TO TERRESTRIUM
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The Codex of Terrestrium

I. Bryce, The Chordborne (Guitar)
In the elder tongues, it is written that Bryce was not born, but summoned — drawn from the lament of dying stars and the resonance of fractured light. His hands, branded with the sigils of resonance, were shaped by celestial architects to awaken the sleeping heart of the world. When he plays, cathedrals crumble and angels remember their fall. The sound he conjures is not mere melody, but the architecture of sorrow itself.
His instrument, Orrison, is said to be strung with the veins of fallen seraphs — a relic of sound and suffering. Through it he channels the ache of eternity, crafting harmonies that wound and heal in the same breath. The scriptures call him The Keeper of the Unfinished Dawn, for his chords forever chase the first light that never came.

II. Selestia, The Vein of the Earth (Bass)
Before the first word was sung, there pulsed her breath beneath the soil. Selestia — the one whose heartbeat forged the rhythm of tides, whose silence tethered the cosmos. Her bass murmurs with the voice of forgotten oceans; it moves like tectonic memory, as though the planet itself plays through her hands.
It is said her strings were woven from the tendons of leviathans that swam in the void before time took shape. To hear her play is to feel the weight of gravity mourn. She is not performer, but pulse — the unseen spine of the divine. The ancients named her The Nocturnal Axis, for she keeps the world in orbit through the low hum of her being.
When her tone fills the air, the moon bows, and shadows learn to breathe again.

III. Michael, The Pulse of Ruin (Drums)
From the ashes of the first war between silence and sound rose Michael — the drummer whose rhythm measures both birth and collapse. His drums were forged from the ribs of titans; his sticks carved from the roots of the World Tree that once held the sky aloft.
Each strike of his hand is prophecy — each silence, a tomb. Through his rhythm, the dead remember their names, and mountains whisper of their first breath. He keeps time not for mortals, but for gods long buried in dust.
The old hymns call him The Oracle of Ashen Time, for he alone commands the cadence of destruction and renewal. When he plays, the heavens shudder — not in fear, but recognition. For even the cosmos must answer his pulse.

IV. Lyssa, The Voice of the Void (Vocals)
Before the dawn’s first light, before silence had a name, she sang. Her voice was the first wound upon eternity — a note so pure it made the heavens bleed. Lilith’s sister, Lyssa is the serpent-song, the voice that seduced the void into awakening. She was born of moonlight drowned in ink, her breath heavy with divine rebellion.
Her words are not lyrics, but incantations. Each syllable summons memories older than time — the cries of creation, the sob of dying stars. Her voice can fracture glass or mend a grieving soul; it is the sound of mourning and resurrection entwined.
She is known by many names: The Echo Unbound, The Voice of the Void, She Who Sings Beyond Death. Legends say her heart lies buried beneath the ocean’s black crown, and the tides rise each night to echo her lament. To hear her sing is to remember the sorrow of light itself.

V. The Covenant of the Four
Thus were they bound — Bryce the Chordborne, Selestia the Vein of the Earth, Michael the Pulse of Ruin, and Lyssa the Voice of the Void.
In that sound — vast, mournful, eternal — the world remembers itself.

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HELLMOUNTAIN RECORDS

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